Hot chocolate, a blazing fire, lots of tiny white lights on trees. I’ve been craving coziness in all forms, and trying to find the coziness in things I’d never considered before. Like, for instance, sitting in the car in a curbside pickup slot, the heater blowing, waiting for the grocery order. Then driving home in my little black Outlander, feeling happy about its hatch full of food (and more chocolate.)

I don’t go far afield, as Mom isn’t doing well. The cancer’s back and it’s taking its toll ...